by Prophecies In Kodak   Apr 6, 2021

you feel like home
warm tea
icy waters
calendars too
here i stand wanting
to make the date
but can’t seem to associate
with any relative system
of my future

i am better left undone

smashing hands to pockets
breathing deep
realizing that
they are just as empty
as your heart
scrambling for change
to buy the paper
read the news to feel close
to anything other
than this

tired sheep
never jumping over clouds
evading me like i
evade my health
and the mountains are blue
ice cold
my inspiration becomes
desperation at best

for how much
i am burning
i think not even ice
can fix me

i don’t think
anything ever


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